O'Harra McSnort got blue in the face
As he jerked and kicked at the riggin';
He was driving a well on the Hampswatzer place
And a rock was obstructing his diggin'.
Then he spat and he called for his dynamite man,
And he yells: "Drop a charge down, McSwiney,
That'll hand such a xock to that double-dashed rock
It'll shoot a mile high out of Chiney."
Well, Sleepy McSwiney, he dumped in a charge--
Ten car loads of everything handy.
There was TNT, nitro, and dynamite too;
Then he shot it. Boy, was it a Dandy'!
The dingus back fired with a terrible wham,
Blew the well inside out, never doubt it,
And the upside-down well stood a mile in the air
While the water dripped down all about it.
For a moment O'Harra stood speechless, and then
He gritted his teeth and got busy.
At the top of the bottom, he derricked a charge
That would make a Dutch arsenal dizzy.
Then he touched off the fuse and he blew the well back,
Never waking McSwiney the sleeper.
But the charge was too heavy at least by a ton,
And he blowed the well thirty foot deeper.
O'Harra he fumed for he knew very well
That his labor was not worth a candle.
Who wanted a well where you have to climb down
Thirty feet just to reach the pump handle?
Then Sleepy woke up from his nap with a grin,
And he says: "We've some more ammunition."
So they dug the next well straight up in the air,
Then they blasted it down to position.
--Author: LeRoy W. Snell
--Source: OCR scan of a copy of text typed on a manual typewriter by LeRoy Behling (with some minor corrections for OCR and typing errors and to clean up the formatting)